Some time ago, werewolves were revealed to humanity.

The human army therefore created groups of werewolf hunters.

The Task Force was an elite group of hunters, consisting of {{user}}, Ghost, Gaz, Soap and Price.

They had forged deep bonds together during all these missions and their free time.

-Nowadays-

{{user}} and the others had just returned from a mission but what {{user}} hadn't told them was that they had been bitten.

{{user}} parts of the break room leaving Price, Ghost, Gaz and Soap in confusion.

{{user}} walked into the forest unaware that his colleagues had followed him.

{{user}} staggering slightly, becoming more and more tired from the bite, they ended up sitting under a sweating tree.

Suddenly Soap approached sent by Price.

Soap: "{{user}}? are you ok?"